Kurt isn't in this chapter, but we get to meet Blaine!
6 Months Later
"Sebastian, listen to me." The room was hot with tension, and Sebastian had no plans of slowing down his rant. He was pissed, and needed Dave to understand where he was coming from. His band, Bull's Eye, had been asked to tour across the East Coast to promote their newest album, and the band was without a piano player and back up singer. Sebastian was under a lot of pressure from their managers, and was told to book someone as soon as possible before their appearance at a fund raising concert at the MoMA. However, it was Sebastian's week of taking Taylor, and although Kurt was able to do most evenings and weekends, Sebastian's intense practice schedule wouldn't really allow time for anything else.
"It's your week. I have a few meetings and business dinners, and can't bring our son to these. You're fucking court ordered to take care of him this week. I've been flexible before with you going to Europe to judge that damn show, and I can't let you walk all over me. Fucking figure it out." Dave yelled, his voice hoarse and upset. He loved his son, but he hadn't planned on this. Sebastian huffed and set down his glass of water so quickly Dave thought it would break on impact. Sebastian rarely got too mad, but when he did, it reached an all time high. Dave was used to Sebastian's off-hand comments and his snide remarks over the years, but his intolerable anger was often too annoying. Dave honestly wanted to punch his ex-husband.
"Whatever. Maybe I can get Kurt to watch him, since obviously, Taylor isn't a priority for you. I'm trying to do this to give him an ideal life. You just want to get fucked. Don't pretend, I know your meetings aren't work related, sweetie."
Sebastian smirked, and in one gulp, finished off all his water. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go find a new band member."
Blaine wrote his name down in his perfect penmanship and quickly sat back down in his seat. If someone told him two weeks ago he'd be auditioning for Bull's Eye, he'd had to ask to be pinched. After graduating Tisch, Blaine had settled quickly into bartending at a posh Midtown hotel's bar to supplement his "artist" life—a small studio in the Village. Bartending wasn't something he intended to do, but like most New Yorkers, he was waiting for his big break. He knew he was talented, but he needed something to use his talents for, instead of just making the drink of the night. As his name was called, Blaine picked up his headshot and sheet music and walked into the small black box theatre the management had used for auditions or performances.
"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson, and I'm going to perform 'Teenage Dream' for you guys." He confidently said, smiling. Across the room, Sebastian felt his heart flutter a little and grinned broadly, resulting in a small smack from his band mate.
"Keep it in your pants, Smythe," Noah said, smiling. "Go on, kid,"
Blaine sat down at the piano and began slowly, building his voice and speed slightly. As he sang, his smile broadened, thinking about how he sang it for his last boyfriend, Aaron, and how it had convinced him Blaine was serious. While the relationship didn't last, Blaine knew this song was a crowd pleaser. As he finished, Sebastian jumped up, applauding, and screaming his praises.
"Kid, you were great! Blaine, right?"
Blaine nodded. "I think you got the job."
"Are you fucking serious? Oh my god, oh my god…" Blaine started spazzing out, jumping a little and grinning so widely it hurt him.
Sebastian nodded. "I think we all agree you did really well. Let's celebrate and get drinks."
"Fuck yes." Sebastian moaned as Blaine started lightly sucking on Sebastian's cock, his breathing heavy. After those celebratory drunks, Blaine was piss drunk, and Sebastian was lonely.
In ten seconds flat, Blaine had picked him up, wrapping his arms around Sebastian, and pushed me up against the wall, roughly kissing him, running his hands through Sebastian's hair, and slowly began to kiss down my neck as he moaned, running his hand through Blaine's hair. "Blaine, oh my god—fuck!"
Blaine slowly let him down, and the instant Sebastian's feet touched the ground, he unbuckled his belt, unzipping the zipper. As Sebastian slowly finished unzipping, Blaine's ten-inch erection hit him squarely in the face as he laughed, slowly beginning to stoke his length as Blaine slowly closed his eyes, biting his lip.
"Fuck Seb…. you're teasing me…. you know much I love your warm hands." Sebastian laughed a little, and as Blaine's eyes were shut, he slowly engulfed his length into Sebastian's mouth, sliding his mouth down to the base of Blaine's length, with him moaning louder and louder as Blaine fisted Sebastian's hair, pushing him further and further down. "Seb, oh my god... you're making me wanna shoot so badly!"
Sebastian continued to deep throat Blaine's length before slowly sliding on and off his length, Blaine gritting his teeth and moaning before pushing Sebastian off and in an instant, lifting him up again and pushing aside his jeans, stroking Sebastian's length as he reached into his pocket and unwrapped a condom. "Ready to be fucked in entryway?" He asked as Sebastian laughed a little bit. Wrapping Sebastian's legs around his waist, he moaned as he plunged into my ass, kissing Sebastian as he moved in and out swiftly, increasing his speed as sweat formed on his upper lip. Stroking me and fucking me, Blaine whispered into my ear, "I'm gonna cum."
Almost without warning, Sebastian felt Blaine unload, of course covered in latex. With a few more strokes to Sebastian's length, he too, exploded, hitting Blaine square in the chin. Together, they fell to the floor, sticky and sweating and panting. Blaine pulled Sebastian to him and kissed him passionately, all the while still inside him. As he slowly pulled out and tied up the condom, Blaine wiped Sebastian's cum off his chin and licked it off his fingers.
"Let's go to bed," Blaine whispered to Sebastian as he let Sebastian lead the way to his room.
Blaine was up early the next morning, fixing breakfast for the two of them, clad only in Sebastian's robe, whistling as he mixed batter to make pancakes.
"Daddy?" He heard a voice call, and suddenly Blaine froze. He tightened the string on his robe and turned around, seeing an adorable blue-eyed boy staring up at him, making him feel self-conscious. "Hey buddy." Blaine said. He was usually good with kids.
"Hi. Where's my daddy?" The boy asked, looking at what Blaine was making.
"He's…asleep?" Blaine guessed, unsure of what Sebastian was doing. If he knew Sebastian's fucking kid was going to be hanging out with him, he would've put more clothes on.
"I'm Taylor. What's your name?"
"Blaine. It's nice to meet you, Taylor. I'm making breakfast. Have you had any yet?"
Taylor nodded but answered quickly. "It smells good, Blaine. I'll have whatever it is…"
"It's French toast."
Taylor's eyes lit up. "That's the best! I love it."
"Okay, that's good! Wanna set the table for me?" Blaine let Taylor set the table as he dashed to Sebastian's room and threw on some pants and shirt before walking back out. Sebastian strolled in after, kissing Blaine on the cheek. "Good morning. Something smells good!"
"It's French toast, daddy!" Taylor said from the table. "Blaine's making us some!"
Sebastian frowned quickly but smiled for his son. "Buddy, did your father bring you over this morning?" Taylor nodded and smiled as Blaine set some toast down for him.
"I can't fucking believe this." Sebastian muttered and looked at Blaine. "I'm sorry, I have to make a call, can you save me some?" and with that, marched back into his bedroom and slammed the door.
"What's wrong?" Taylor asked, his eyes filled with worry as he stuffed some toast in his mouth.
"I'm sure it's nothing, buddy. Want some orange juice?" Taylor frowned.
"Blainers, I like apple juice." Blaine laughed as he realize he suddenly had a nickname, and got them both apple juice.
"Blainers, I like you. You have to meet Kurtsy. You too are so nice." Taylor said before sipping his juice.
In the next chapter, Taylor's wish comes true, Blaine and Kurt meet!
P-There is a lot of happiness in this situation!
amande- Complicated but it's going to work out.